The Kitchen Maid

The Kitchen Maid
The Lady of Shalott
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the Night Watch
of its safety by means of the divining rod I had seen him use, he had required to have it placed on the chair at the bed-side, where he had ever since embraced it, night and day. His arm lay on it now. Time and the world were slipping from beneath him, but the box was there; and the last words he had uttered were (in an explanatory tone) 'Old clothes!' ¡¡¡¡'Barkis, my dear!' said Peggotty, almost cheerfully: bending over him, while her brother and I stood at the bed's foot. 'Here's my dear boy - my dear boy, Master Davy, who brought us together, Barkis! That you sent messages by, you know! Won't you speak to Master Davy?' ¡¡¡¡He
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was as mute and senseless as the box, from which his form derived the only expression it had. ¡¡¡¡'He's a going out with the tide,' said Mr. Peggotty to me, behind his hand. ¡¡¡¡My eyes were dim and so were Mr. Peggotty's; but I repeated in a whisper, 'With the tide?' ¡¡¡¡'People can't die, along the coast,' said Mr. Peggotty, 'except when the tide's pretty nigh out. They can't be born, unless it's pretty nigh in - not properly born, till flood. He's a going out with the tide. It's ebb at half-arter three, slack water half an hour. If he lives till it turns, he'll hold his own till past the flood, and go out with the next tide.'